Post by Vera Lorian on Aug 11, 2013 17:17:37 GMT -5
The Blood Hunter lifted the young summoner bodily from the ground and set her on her feet. She was so terrified she could barely stand, but she knew instinctively she had to answer his question, or else fall prey to his bloodlust. He was a terror on the fields. She could only imagine, given his imposing presence and powerful, bestial physique, what he could manage off of them.
"J-j-just... curious!" she choked out. "I was just curious! T-t-to see what you were transporting!" The girl bowed low and remained doubled over in fear, an Ionian gesture of utmost respect she desperately hoped might pacify him. Her long black hair fell like a curtain over her face as she remained bowed, trembling.
Post by The Blood Hunter on Aug 11, 2013 17:32:36 GMT -5
"Curious hmm? Well why didn't you say so?" he told, his words innocent, but his voice cruel. "The Grand General himself asked me to bring him the Voidreaver. That's all it my dear."
She still quivered in fear, ready to faint at the drop of a hat. And then she bowed to him. He almost laughed at that. An Ionian bowed to him! One of the most hated beings in all of Ionia.
"That's what I was transporting. Swain needs to bug for some reason. Not that he told me."
The Bloodhunter's hand shot out fast, his claws burying themselves into her gut. Her blood began to pool around them, before dripping to the ground.
Post by Vera Lorian on Aug 11, 2013 17:42:15 GMT -5
Brown eyes went wide as his dagger-like claws shot into her stomach. It was a sensation she'd never experienced before... So painful there was hardly pain. So horrifying there was hardly fear. So this is how it ends... were the only words that came to her mind as she sunk to her knees in the dirt. Memories of her mother and father laughing happily in their Ionian villa. Trips to the ocean, playing in the sand with her cousins. Ethan. She had come here to prove to him--and herself--that she could act on behalf of the Institute, undeterred by bureaucratic inefficiency... and she had failed. Her news would never make it back to him. Her lips would never touch his. Their eyes would never meet again. Those... shocking gray-blue eyes that held so much wisdom.
Wisdom. Her sensei in his weakened state. Her sofu and his kindly smile. She would never see them again. Crumpled on the ground, blood began to pool in her lap from her stomach. Her little pale fists clenched over the wound, but it was deep, jaggedly cut, and the blood was coming fast. Tears spilled out from her eyes--more from the thought of her loved ones receiving the news than at the idea of her own demise.
It was only sleep. She'd return soon to the cycle. That's how the curator put it. He was wise. She wished she were wise. Mother... father... sofu... sensei... Ethan...
The blood came so fast. How could the human body hold so much blood? Her vision blurred. Her cheek planted in the dirt between her knees--and there she bled. Suddenly, none of this seemed remotely important. Only the darkness before her made sense as she slipped into unconsciousness.
Post by The Blood Hunter on Aug 11, 2013 19:00:47 GMT -5
The beast howled in delight as the woman fell to the ground. After such a long time, the thrill of a fresh kill still excited him to no end. He would of loved to prolong the thrill, but there he had expected her to die so quickly.
No matter, what was done was done, and the beast was satisfied...for now. He threw the body into the nearby dumpster and wiped the blood off himself. The longer it took to turn up the better and even if it did he wasn't worried to much about the consequences.
He met up with Girard at the docks, the cage now secured to the truck. "Ready to depart?" he asked the general as he climbed into the truck.
Adalwolfa helped “tie” the apparently unconscious beastly bug with metallic wires around 2 inches wide and make of black titanium a rare metal created by Singed stronger than the normal one and more stable against chemical assaults but heavy as lead. “Yes yes doing it” she said using her electricity to power an especial solder to make sure the creature or anyone else could break for this ties easily*
Post by Girard Laurentine III on Aug 17, 2013 2:51:47 GMT -5
Girard nodded to Warwick. "Yes, The crate has been loaded and tied down. We leave when you are ready." He replied. Once Warwick had boarded the truck, Girard thumped the top of the vehicle's cab twice, signalling the driver to make his way out of Zaun, down the long road towards Noxus, and towards whatever fate lay ahead for the passengers...And it's cargo.
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